2 No rest has my soul but in God’s hands; to him I look for deliverance. 3 I have no other stronghold, no other deliverer but him; safe in his protection, I fear no deadly fall. 4 Still one man my enemies single out for their onslaught, not gaping hedge or ruinous wall more ripe for overthrow; 5 from my safe fastness they would fain dislodge me, ready liars that speak me fair, but ever with a curse in their hearts. 6 Yet even now, my soul, leave thyself in God’s hands; all my trust is in him. 7 He is my stronghold and my deliverer, my protector, that makes me stand unmoved. 8 God is all my defence and all my boast; my rock-fastness, my refuge is in God. 9 Israelites, put ever your trust in him, and lay the homage of your hearts at his feet; God is our defence.

10 Man is a breath that passes; in Adam’s sons there is no trust; high in the scales they rise, weighed all together and lighter than a breath. 11 Put your faith in extortion no more, boast no more of plunder; set never your heed on mounting store of riches. 12 Not once, but twice I have heard God’s voice of warning; all power is God’s. 13 To thee, Lord, mercy belongs; thou wilt repay every man the reward of his deeds.